Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.